With its less-than-secret headquarters located in a hollowed-out volcano New York City, the Brooklyn Superhero Supply Company has everything the budding caped crusader (and daring young sidekick) needs to rid the world of evil. Why, there are capes, masks, grappling hooks, invisibility paint, jars of anti-matter, tins of gravity and more besides. Trading Standards would have a fucking field day:

While you can buy the products, it’s actually all a front for a intergalactic arms conglomerate creative writing group in Brooklyn. They don’t own destroy whole planets and won’t try to drown, vaporise, suffocate you with force fields or feed you to alligators. Except the one with the boss eye and glowing power ring. Watch him.

[A Tribe Called Next]